I transmigrated into the Three Kingdoms era and got bound to a god-tier Taobao System. While others farmed and trained troops, I traded poems for prestige. One glass marble bought a hundred bushels of grain; one crystal goblet won me the seal of the Administrator of Dai Commandery. Emperor Ling of Han couldn’t put down the goblet, and Zhang Rang grinned as he pocketed the marble. But when I arrived in Dai Commandery, I found two-meter-high city walls, a county magistrate who had embezzled a hundred thousand bushels of grain, and people chewing on tree bark. I laughed. How hard could it be to govern a territory? First, open the granaries and distribute the grain, then clean up the corrupt officials. When the Yellow Turban Rebellion comes, I’ll show you what a real warlord looks like.
